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lirik lagu ocean floor – ​thr33

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[intro]
why did you lie to me, b*tch?
you was talkin’ that tough, don’t you cry to me, b*tch
you gon’ throw a tantrum, get to stompin’ and sh*t
da*d*mn, look at the birds, look at the world
you was my baby, yeah, you was my girl
now when i look at you, i wanna hurl (on god)
now when i look at you, i cannot fake (on god)
knock that boy, is that n*gga awake? (on god)
you are in good hands, n*gga, allstate
she wanna marry me, wan’ be my mate
pop out the blue, state farm, like jake
life is really what n*ggas create
and this glock .45, n*gga, it cremate (d*d*d*dj banned)
(on god)
(i love dj gren8de)
[verse 1]
.762’s hit that boy
real guns, we don’t play with no toy
i’m gettin’ this chicken and it give me joy
why these n*ggas be broke as h*ll? n*ggas be poor
if lil’ shawty don’t wanna f*ck, kick out the door
this lil’ b*tch broke my heart and you know that she tore it
th*these .556 hittin’ through yo’ core
and i just wanna f*ck, lil’ baby, i’m bored
if that n*gga try’ run up, send ’em to the lord
if he run up, he gon’ be done
fu*f*ckin’ yo’ bih’ while i grab her bun
and he told me to push up, lil’ n*gga, i spun
and we run in yo’ crib, n*gga, with the gun
and y’all n*ggas some lil’ boy’s, them my sons
yeah, i got a g*19 with the drum
and lil’ shawty right there got a big bum
and we crashin’ yo’ party, n*gga, just for fun
a*and these bullets gon’ hitttt yo’ dome
what’s in my pantssss? that chrome
and please don’t callll my phone
n*gga, don’t hit me up
i*i wanna f*ck ’cause she got bubble b*tt
ch*choppa go, “doo*doo*doo”, hit that boy up
lo*look in my eyes, boy, i don’t give a f*ck
when that boy saw the glock .30, n*gga was stuck
and my money get st*rdy just like kai cenat
i was raised in the hood, n*gga, i came from that
i was servin’ and servin’, these n*ggas sell crack
and my money keep addin’ up, it don’t subtract
i can’t switch on the gang, no, i can’t turn my back
and if you tryna run up, put 9 in yo’ back
[verse 2]
i*i’m in the stu’, twin, pour up the deuceeee
can’t hang around me if you not gon’ shootttt
lil’ thottie wanna cuff me, i’m like, “whoooo?”
not me!
i took a trip, n*gga, overseassss
bad ass hoe, get on her kneessss
w*w*we got the sig, boy, kick yo’ door
she said she gon’ leave me, i’m like, “so?”
and he thought we was cool, you is not my bro
and these .762’s get a n*gga low
and these .762’s make ’em hit the floor
i just hopped on the beat, man, i gotta flow
and she got that sticky*sticky, that wet*wet
i get the funds, n*gga, get them check*checks
i’m in her* uh, i’m in her belly
ch*ch*choppa gon’ p*ss a n*gga, r. kelly
aye, yeah, where he at? get that drop
fr*freaky bih’, give me top
ru*run it up, runnin’, i gotta get bread
he a special ed’ kid, he got hit in the head
smokin’ that gas, then i hop in the booth
and i’m keepin’ them gadgets, my n*gga, like glue
i’on even text you because you be dry
i’on even trust you, why you just lie?
da*d*mn, d*mn, why’d ya’*
[verse 3]
why did you lie to me, b*tch?
you was talkin’ that tough, don’t you cry to me, b*tch
you gon’ throw a tantrum, get to stompin’ and sh*t
da*d*mn, look at the birds, look at the world
you was my baby, yeah, you was my girl
now when i look at you, i wanna hurl (on god)
now when i look at you, i cannot fake (on god)
knock that boy, is that n*gga awake? (on god)
you are in good hands, n*gga, allstate
she wanna marry me, wan’ be my mate
pop out the blue, state farm, like jake
life is really what n*ggas create
and this glock .45, n*gga, it cremate (on god)

[outro]
haha, ha
(this is a dj phat exclusive)
brbrbrbr, d*mn, d*mn
yeah, aye

- thr33

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